[He doesn't know that other Hell personally, only through word of mouth. And while what Zero says doesn't quite match what he's heard, there's similarities. Parallels that ride one another, only to go off in completely different directions.]

[The Sin lifts a glass and rolls his wrist, forcing a sound of ice to skitter into the receiver.] Mn. Sounds like a rotten deal to me. [His voice is a bit lower as it chases his teeth like steam from a kettle.]

Yeah, people like that. They forget, don't they. [Oh, there's an edge to him now. A knife's tip, looking for a cut.] I am sorry, y'know. But that doesn't seem to be the case here if that's any consolation.